A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

was the one who picked

was a simple building with windows that had a Light green wooden

here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a

room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be very

window, looking outside. His thin stature made the

doctor had almost

still alive. He had lived two months longer

behind him with a glass of water and medicine in

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

seemed like he had not heard

outside. After a while, he murmured,

nose twitched when he

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the

her favorite food,” Mark

say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and

to fumble in

then, he stopped and shook his

it was

not call her,” he

have to give

he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

the medicines from him and swallowed them without

on the bed, and a nurse came in

Mark

phone got weaker

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

doctor had almost given

still alive. He had lived two months longer

with a glass of water

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

Mark seemed like he

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively at

nose twitched when he heard

immediately broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

her favorite food,” Mark

after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How

began to fumble

stopped and shook his

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he

not call her,” he said to

have to give Cecilia

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

from him and

bed, and a nurse came in

done, Mark looked sideways

phone got weaker

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

was much like

at him secretly for a while and call

fact, this Cecilia in his

his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame

point, Mark

were

gently closed his

felt he needed to

over his

probably gone to buy the pumpkin

a plump foreign nurse

really wanted to return home. He missed his home

Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to live with

he knew he couldn’t change anything

he would never give up as long as he was

still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive

was determined to stay strong and fight

finding it difficult to go back to

the bed and started to make paper planes. He

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would

said he wanted to go

boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as

came back to the hospital

snowstorm on

are still warm,” he said to

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark

paper planes and

have some of your

actually took

was not more than

mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes and

want to go back home and have a

Angela’s Library

course you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see

could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

now, it was around

caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in

broke into

silly boy,”

Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call,

sounded

he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

birth to a girl that had been named

trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for

said, “Mark, Edwin

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you next week.

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

another brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what,

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

first half of his life. He

Mark sniffed and put down the

duration of the call, he never even dared

to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a

hear this and

great,” he said

day of the new

stroke one of the paper planes he had

home to see Cecilia and

Angela’s Library

glance would be

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